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She was smiling at him, which, although wasn't an entirely unexpected occurence was something he wasn't going to take for granted. People only smiled at him when he wanted them to, when he was being charming, when he was keeping himself on form. But Caitrin was smiling at him just because he was there. He wasn't used to this. She shouldn't be able to make him feel so...well, he didn't know what he was feeling, it was something he'd never encountered before, unexplored territory, but whatever it was he was quite sure she shouldn't be able to make him feel it just by smiling at him. He also shouldn't be perfectly happy for her to continue to do so. This was him, Griff Aubert, perfectly happy to be emotionally in the hands of a woman. It was ever so slightly terrifying.

As he lay there - with Caitrin still on top of him - his mind wandered back to their first meeting. She'd just been standing there, minding her own business and he'd gone and been irritating and charming (or at least he described his actions as charming) and although it hadn't worked at the time he must have eventually done something right because here they were. There was no where else he'd rather be. He was just about to voice this opinion, but then Caitrin went and ruined it all.

"A five?! A...five?" There was a mix of shock, horror and confusion across his features. Despite the fact that she had "little to compare" she must certainly see that he was more than a five! The suggestion was absurd. Griff was an eight at least - and then was when he wasn't realy trying. She was clearly suffering from some kind of mental affliction that meant she was getting confused with numbers. She'd obviously meant to say he was a ten. Her grin wasn't helping his argument. "What do you mean "average"? I'll have you know I have never been less than an eight!" Unsurprisingly, he was rather offended by this comment.

"But if you believe you are better than average, then perhaps you should prove it."

"I'm not sure you deserve it." He said with a rather petulant tone. "You'd only underappreciate it." He was trying to ignore her fingers, but it was proving almost impossible. Damn her. He was supposed to be annoyed.

"Unless you are just average after all..."

Griff glared up at her. She was doing this on purpose. "I'll show you "average"." He smirked before rolling over so he was now on top of her. His lips quickly found her neck and collarbone while his hands started exploring her for the second time. No one called Griff Aubert average...

Griff had been rather surprised when Caitrin had informed him that they were going to be staying in the castle during the last few weeks of her pregnancy. He knew she and Arthur were close friends but he hadn't been expecting this. He had just assumed she would be staying at her uncle's house, that was her home after all - not that he was complaining. It was no secret that he and Rouland weren't the best of friends and he rather welcomed having some time not living with the man. He could only imagine how thrilled Rouland was at the prospect of a baby in the house, but Griff didn't care. He was far too excited about being a father. Of course he was still completely terrified and he'd already come to the conclusion that he wasn't allowed to hold it for more than thirty seconds in case he dropped it, and he wouldn't know what to do and Caitrin would roll her eyes and say something sarcastic but none of that really mattered. What did matter was that they were going to have a family - a proper family - and their child was going to be safe and loved and not grow up with complexes and spend all their time wasting their life in a tavern and being disinherited and everything he'd done because he was going to be a good father.

“Do you know how exhausting it is carrying our child round with us all day?”

As always, Caitrin managed to bring him out of his thoughts just before he ended up getting himself into a state and needing a drink. It was a certain talent she had, especially now she was giggling. He sat down on the bed next to her and just watched her, a small smile on his lips. Sometimes he'd look at her and couldn't quite believe how lucky he was and how she'd just come into his life and made everything better, made him better. "It's good for...some of your muscles, I'm sure." He replied and copied her action of falling back onto the bed (gosh this mattress was comfy), his hand finding hers and intwining their fingers.

“What do you think?”

He was too lazy to sit up now that she was, and the mattress was far too soft and warm for him to want to so he just stayed lying down, although having to strain his neck a shade to look at her properly. "I think this bed is nice." He said, letting his head fall against the mattress and shuffling his body slightly so he was lying further up the bed and possibly even more comfortable and relaxed and wondering if they could somehow take the bed with them without Arthur noticing... It was certainly something to think about when he wasn't too busy freaking out about having a life to be responsible for.

"Not long now, before our daughter is born.”

This comment prompted him to sit up with a questioning look about his face. "Erm," he shuffled over to Caitrin so he was now sat behind her with his legs either side, his arms wrapped around her and his chin resting againt her shoulder, "I think you'll find it's not long until our son is born. Mini Griff," he said proudly and kissed her cheek before adding, "Good name. Like his father."

Well. This was nice and awkward. Of course he wasn't naive enough to think that as soon as he came back everything would be just as it was. That would have been a ridiculous thought, and anyway, he was too busy being convinced she hated him and would want nothing more to do with him to have that sort of hope. But she didn't, or at least not any more she didn't, and although things weren't just as they were and they probably weren't going to be for a while yet, they were together again and that was the main thing. He hadn't realised quite how much he'd missed her until he'd seen her again. He'd spent the last few months drinking and flirting and trying so hard not to think about her, and then he came back and somehow everything was better. She was still a little quiet around her but then he'd only been in the city for a week and he supposed just like him, there were still a lot of things she had to work out first. But he'd wait. He'd wait a thousand years for her.

The situation at hand was a little strange, and he used the word little very loosely. Lucan was getting married, something he'd only found out a few days ago, and so he'd invited both Griff and Caitrin to meet the lucky woman (he used the word lucky loosely as well). Griff hadn't told Lucan that he'd gone to see Camila and presumably she hadn't mentioned it. Maybe she was still annoyed about him flirting with her. Whatever the reason, Lucan was still unaware that they'd met before so that was probably going to be nice and awkward.

He was rather surprised when the invitation had been extended to Caitrin. Their engagement had never been broken off so she was still going to be part of the family, but it still seemed a little fast. They might be back together, but they weren't back to normal (whatever that meant where those two were concerned). Maybe Lucan thought this would be good for them. Caitrin had agreed, so that had to mean something. She was willing to be associated with his family and be introduced to Camila, it had to be a good sign. He bit his lip. He loved Caitrin more than anything and if his absence had proved it anything it was that nothing would ever change that and the fact that she had welcomed him back into her life meant that she must still love him too, but he wasn't entirely sure where that left them. Neither of them had mentioned their engagement and he didn't want her to think he was pushing it so he'd never asked. He supposed she just wanted to take some time and see how things went without throwing themselves into anything, which was all well and good but left him not knowing where he stood.

“How are you this morning?”

Caitrin's voice brought him out of his thoughts and he turned to face her, or face her as well as he could while on a seperate horse. His was slightly in front of hers as he was leading the way, so he had to look slightly behind him. It seemed like such an unimportant thing to say but it was something she had said, so it was important. "I'm fine thank you." His words were rather more pathetic. "And yourself?" It was not getting better. At the moment everything seemed so awkward and unsure between them but he didn't want to break that and end up pushing her away. Mainly he just wanted to know that this wasn't going to last.

Eventually they reached Allard's estate, it seemed bizarre to be back again so soon. Griff usually never travelled there and now he seemed to be spending most of his time here. Allard had been surprisingly good to him, after all, they weren't family. He quickly dismounted the horse and gave the reigns to the stable hand before looking over to Caitrin. It was still strange to see her just standing there. He let out a sigh. This was harder than he had expected, but, for now, that didn't matter. This was about Lucan and Camila. He didn't reply to her comment, instead he just offered her his arm in the hopes that she would accept it and asked, "Shall we?"

Griff just nodded at Gwaine's words. He wasn't put out about the woman, but it was rather odd that she'd simply disappeared. Well, like he said, she wasn't that good looking - only slightly above average. There was plenty of other women he could amuse himself with. This was a sign of how his sobering up. A few days ago he would have just thrown himself at the first woman he saw. But he was going to be picky now. This was a new start for him and he didn't want to start with just any woman. He had a standard to set and only one rule: no redheads.

Eyebrows furrowing, he tried to look behind him without making it obvious that was what he was doing. He'd never been subtle. But then, as he soon discovered, neither was she. He gave her a quick look up and down before turning back to Gwaine and focussing on his tankard, playing with it in his hand. "Well why wouldn't she be?" He said with a grin. "What about you? Seen anything to take your fancy?" He may have only just met Gwaine, but he'd already come to the conclusion that he was more than a bit of a philanderer. And, as he appeared to be capable of holding his drink, a more successful one than he was. Well, he had an excuse to be a little below average at the moment. He took a swig from his tankard. He needed to stop thinking about her. Nothing good was to come of constantly having his head full of her. She hated him, he reminded himself, she'd probably moved on too, so it was about time he did the same. He looked behind him again - the woman was still there. This time he gave a her a wink before turning back to Gwaine. That should keep her happy for a while.

The majority of the time, Griff would just accept that Caitrin was going to be stubborn about whatever he was proposing, and although an argument would ensue, it wouldn't end in his favour and they'd just carry on. This was not going to be one of those times. If Caitrin wanted to be stubborn and argue, well fine, he couldn't stop her from doing that. But he would just carry her. "We're not arguing about this, Cait." He said firmly. It wasn't often that he was this forceful, but if they didn't leave now then they would be in danger and he wasn't going to let that happen. It was his job to protect her, after all, especially when she wasn't going to protect herself.

Surely remaining in their home was not more important than staying alive. But that was just Griff Logic, obviously in Caitrin Logic this all made perfect sense. He might not have quite the same emotional attachement to the house as she did, but did she really want to stay here? And do what exactly? Alright, they had managed to fend for themselves against the Doroccha (and by they, he meant her, obviously), but this was by no means the same situation. This was far more dangerous. Firstly, they didn't have any way to defend themselves, and secondly, she was pregnant. He couldn't believe that her first thought wasn't for getting away from the danger. "Come on, we're leaving." He repeated, somewhat at a loss as to how he could make her see sense if she couldn't see it already.

Griff Aubert, being a good brother, had taken it upon himself to find this Lady Camila and determine whether or not she was good enough for Lucan. He'd more or less done the same with Caitrin, so it was only fair. Besides, it was better than anything he was planning on doing today. He'd borrowed a horse from Allard after telling him that he was riding into Camelot to try and find some lodgings. That wasn't a complete lie, he probably would be riding into Camelot. Just not for lodgings, and not before he paid Lady Camila a visit. Lucan had been irritatingly quiet when it came to Camila, apart from the obvious news that they were getting married. He'd learnt nothing about her character. It was almost as if Lucan wanted this situation to happen, and really, it wasn't Griff's fault at all if he was forced to go and find her himself.

So far, he'd been impressed. But then he'd only seen her house. Well, it was an impressive house, so that was something in her favour. He'd already started with the points system. A nice house gave a her plus two. On reaching the house he dismounted the horse and luckily there was a servant ready to take it from him. He was always felt awkward when approaching a house such as this, especially when he'd never been there before and especially when he didn't actually know the person who he was meeting. But that wasn't going to stop him from being anything other than his narcissistic self. He was just going to ignore his nerves because really, he was a grown man. He should be able to do adult things like visiting people without such problems.

There wasn't much of a wait before he was shown inside, which was something he was grateful for. His feet were still hurting and, rather attractively, covered in blisters. "I am Lord Griff Aubert. I'm here to see Lady Camila." He explained and paused for a few seconds before adding, "I am Sir Lucan's brother." It wasn't often that he was forced to use his brother's name as a way of introducing himself, and it was almost embarrassing. The majority of his life had been spent trying to not be "Sir Lucan's brother" and yet here he was having to use it again. But that would have to be an issue for another time. He was here to see Lady Camila, not to feel sorry for himself.


Tagged: Lady Camila
Location: The Faintree Estate
Timeline: During the series three-four gap, a few days after Surprises All Round It Seems

It felt like an age since Griff Aubert had last been in Camelot. In reality it had only been a few months, but it might as well have been an age for all the similarities the kingdom now bared to the one of Griff's memories. He had left before Morgana had taken the throne and even though months had past since Uther had been restored to power, there were still echoes, especially in the city. It seemed as if nobody had been left untouched. He ran a hand through his hair - something he'd been doing a lot lately, so his hair probably looked just lovely right now.

As it often did, his mind was wandering back to thoughts of Caitrin and the reason why he was in Camelot in the first place. He missed her. He loved her. It was as simple as that. Unfortunately, he couldn't just turn up at the de Archer estate and hope for the best. She hated him. So he was left with no other choice but to try and find Lucan and hope that his brother would give him lodgings. Only Lucan was no where to be found in the city because he was annoying and unhelpful. Well, if he wasn't in the city he would probably be at his uncle's - that was the plan anyway. Griff never spent that much time with Allard de Ireby, after all, the man wasn't his uncle, but hopefully he'd at least be able to point him in the right direction if Lucan wasn't there either.

By the time he reached the estate his feet felt like they were on fire and probably covered in blisters. Well that was going to be fun. This is why he should remember that horses are actually good. But then his thighs would hurt...it was all very inconvinient. And neither here nor there, he told himself. He was here to find his brother, not to complain. Well, alright, that was entirely accurate. He was here to complain at his brother, rather than internally.

After standing in front of the door for an annoying amount of time, a servant eventually showed him in and told him to stand in the parlour. Because he clearly hadn't been on his feet enough.

"I shall inform Lord Ireby of your arrival, my lord."

"Actually I'm here to see my brother, Sir Lucan. Is he here?"

"I shall find out for you, my lord." The servant quickly left so now Griff was stood rather awkwardly in the middle of the room. Well, this was lovely wasn't it?


Tagged: Sir Lucan
Location: The House of the Morrisey de Ireby Estate
Timeline: During the series three-four gap.

They'd been without ale for less then ten minutes, but Griff really wasn't complaining. He had been beginning to sober up, or at least that's what it had felt like, so obviously the next thing to do was to have another drink. But he wasn't drowning his sorrows anymore, he was getting himself back in the game, and alcohol had always been favourable in such situations. He liked to think it kept him on form. It probably didn't but in his experience women in taverns were easy enough without him being on form. Usually he just needed a wink and a little artificial charm.

The brunette was still in his line of vision and therefore rather distracting. He'd almost completely forgotten about Gwaine's presence until another drink was pushed into his hand. He shook his head at Gwaine's words, but there was a smile on his lips and an amused expression. He was quite sure he'd never met someone quite so accotomed to alcohol like Gwaine was. Griff had liked to think that he was rather talented when it came to alcohol consumption, but he was beginning to believe that such talents were nothing compared to ones his companion possessed. Perhaps he had a lot more sorrows to drown. "It's a sad truth." He replied and then grinned, holding his tankard up for a toast, "But one that is easily remedied."

When he turned away from Gwaine the young brunette had disappeared into the crowd. That was annoying. It seemed he was actually going to make an effort here. Hopefully being made to try a little harder would get him back in the game again. That was the plan after all.

It was the screaming he would remember the most. Whenever he thought back to this day - that was assuming he survived - it would be the screaming and the running and the sheer terror on people's faces. Camelot was going to fall, just like it had fallen before. Griff hadn't been in Camelot when Morgana had taken over. He'd long since left, heartbroken and miserable he'd wandered Albion alone while people he loved suffered. He'd been completely oblivious to it. But now he was right in the heart of it.

He'd been outside, trying to get some fresh air, and sneaking a tankard of ale. Even after returning to Camelot he was still no stranger to a drink. After watching Caitrin's reaction to her uncle's drinking he doubted she would be too pleased about another borderline alcoholic (well, a borderline alcoholic. There was nothing borderline about Rouland) in her house.

That was when the screaming started. And then there was the fire and the men and the swords and he hadn't known what to do. He'd ran inside, obviously, because Caitrin was inside. He had to find her, that was the most important thing, especially as she was pregnant. He wasn't going to let her lose another child.

The house was already surrounded. He hadn't even noticed them. How had he not even noticed them? Urgh. Now wasn't the time. He had to find Caitrin and get her out of here. His mind flickered to his brother. If the estates were being attacked no doubt the castle would be too. Lucan would be in danger. Oh God. Why was everyone important to him suddenly in danger? He hit the palm of his hand against his forehead. He needed to focus. Lucan would be fine. He was a knight of Camelot, they were trained to deal with this sort of thing. Caitrin however wasn't. And she wasn't going to leave of her own accord, so it was up to him to make sure that she did.

As quietly and as quickly as possible he made his way to their chamber, somehow managing to make it there without being seen. He would have been impressed with himself if he had the time. The door flew open and he found Caitrin stood by the window, looking out. There wasn't time to stand there thinking. They needed to leave. "Cait," he grabbed her arm, perhaps a little too roughly, but it didn't matter. "We're leaving, come on. We'll go out the servant's way."

Tagged: Caitrin de Archer
Timeline: During series four, episode eleven